Faylinn and I were both more exhausted than either of us realized. We still haven't gone to see Inferno— instead, we've spent the last two days relaxing at my house. By relaxing, I mean we eat, f**k, shower, and sleep. That's it. I'm perfectly content with doing this routine for the next fifty years and then dying a happy man. The brothers handle the businesses while the rest of the Big Five, plus Ironhide, take this week off. We need to handle our little guests whether we feel like it or not.
Part of me would be happy to let the three of them starve to death out in the barn. Maybe go in and make them bleed occasionally. But a promise is a promise, so as soon as my woman gets out of the shower, I'm taking her down to the barn. Her brothers will be there as well as mine, and surprising
